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JanetReturning to the apartment felt like stepping into a peaceful sanctuary, even if my body was still weak. Dr. Aris's stern warning echoed continuously in my mind, so I obeyed his strict orders: light meals, plenty of water, and hours of daily bed rest.Yet sitting still felt like a slow punishment. For years, my life had been dictated by the quiet, heavy expectations of the Crawford estate. Now, lying in bed while Daniel ran errands made me feel completely useless. I needed something to anchor me—a purpose that belonged solely to me and my unborn children.During the quiet afternoons, I sat propped against pillows with my mother’s faded leather notebook resting in my lap. I flipped through the yellowed pages until I stopped at a familiar, hand-written recipe: a deeply hydrating, plant-based body butter infused with organic shea, jojoba oil, and soothing chamomile extract. It was gentle enough for sensitive skin, designed to restore elasticity and natural moisture without harsh ch

JanetVanessa.The name burned in my head like acid. I stared at the dark screen of my phone, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps."Janet? What happened?" Daniel came rushing into the bedroom, seeing the ghost-white color drained from my face."It was Vanessa," I whispered, my voice trembling violently as I looked up at him. "The call... it was from a hidden number, but before they hung up, I heard Vanessa in the background. She told someone to make sure I never come back... that Garrett can never find out the truth."Daniel’s jaw tightened, a dark, heavy shadow passing over his eyes. He sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress and rubbed his face with both hands."I should have told you this sooner," Daniel said softly, his voice tight with regret. "A week before the divorce happened—the day after those photos were taken—Vanessa called my office."I blinked, stunned. "Vanessa called you?""She offered me two hundred thousand dollars to sign an affidavit admitting that you a

JanetKnowing the truth felt like a sudden, overwhelming release of weight from my lungs, yet the air left behind was bitter and cold.I sat on the edge of the sofa, watching Daniel press an ice pack against his swollen jaw. The relief that I wasn't crazy—that I hadn't imagined the subtle, sinister trap sprung upon me—was immediately swallowed by a dark, suffocating wave of despair. We had seen the edge of the veil lifted, only for it to be slammed shut with violence."The security guard... Mark," Daniel said, his raspy voice wincing slightly as he adjusted the cold compress. "He ran out the back. He's smart, Janet. He kept a secondary archive because he knew the Crawfords would cover their tracks. He still has the master drive.""No, Daniel," I said, my voice firm and trembling with an absolute, uncompromising resolve. "No more.""Janet, he has the raw footage," Daniel insisted, leaning forward, his good eye searching mine. "It proves the photographer was planted. It proves Vanessa p

GarretThe photograph felt hot against my fingers, as if it were burning straight through my palm.I stared at the clear white lettering on the pink tab: MATERNAL & PRENATAL CARE DIVISION."This doesn't prove anything," I rasped, my voice sounding hollow in the quiet office as I tried to build a wall against the sudden, suffocating tide of panic. "She could have been picking up records for a friend. It could be... a mistake. A general health consultation.""The facility is the St. Jude Community Health Center, sir," Marcus said gently, his professional demeanor softening into something resembling pity. "Their ground floor is exclusively obstetrics and high-risk maternal care. They don't handle general consultations."High-risk.The word hit me like a physical blow. I leaned back into my chair, my mind racing backward, tearing through the blurred, bitter memories of the weeks leading up to our divorce.The pieces began colliding with sickening force.Her sudden fatigue. The mornings sh

GarrettThe dead silence on the line felt heavier than any scream. I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the dark screen where Janet’s name had just disappeared.Her refusal to answer didn't feel like a dodge. It felt like a wall raised in absolute terror.If she wasn't pregnant... if there had been no baby... she would have laughed in my face. She would have scoffed at my desperation and told me I was insane. But she hadn't said no. She had panicked, refused to answer, and cut the line.She was hiding our child.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast. I stood up from my desk, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my office, looking down at the sprawling city lights below. I couldn't go to her—not yet. If I charged in like a bull, she would vanish entirely. I needed to unearth every single lie that had led us to that rainy night, starting with the snakes inside my own home.An hour later, I stood in the private sitting room of Vanessa’s suite a